Nita was about to respond, but the loud voice of the moderator suddenly filled the room.
"Please give a warm welcome to Guardia, Mr. Lein!" he announced with a clear and commanding tone, ensuring everyone in the room could hear him clearly.
For a moment, the room fell silent, then a thunderous applause and cheers erupted. All the attendees simultaneously turned toward the grand doors. Lein entered the room with a relaxed stride, his charismatic aura captivating every eye in the room.
He gave a slight nod as a gesture of respect, walking past the rows of guests toward his seat at the center of the hall.
"Wow, incredible! Mr. Lein!"
Cheers upon cheers echoed throughout the room, a testament to how much Lein was idolized by everyone present. In the hearts of all attendees, he was a perfect figure—a strong leader, wealthy, handsome, and unshakable. It was no wonder his presence always commanded attention.
"Brother... welcome," Nita said as she stood to greet Lein, then respectfully invited him to sit in the main chair.
"Thank you," Lein replied briefly, accompanied by a warm smile and a small nod full of authority. He then turned to the attendees, addressing all the core members with a voice that was gentle yet firm.
"To everyone present here, thank you for coming."
All the core members who heard his greeting immediately stood up from their seats. Grace and Joy, though slightly nervous, followed suit. They bowed respectfully toward Lein along with the other core members and responded in unison.
Lein raised his hand slowly, signaling them to stop. Calmly, he sat in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room, ensuring everything was proceeding as planned.
"Alright," the moderator's voice broke the silence after Lein sat down. "Thank you to everyone who has come to this joyous event."
The moderator smiled broadly, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he continued, "On this happy occasion, we will welcome new core members of our proud alliance. But before that, let us enjoy a traditional dance performance."
After the moderator's final words, a group of dancers gracefully entered the room. Their movements were smooth and rhythmic, each step and wave of their hands bringing the atmosphere to life. Traditional music began to play, immersing the attendees in a captivating cultural harmony. Some guests were mesmerized, while others clapped along to the rhythm.
Everyone seemed very excited, dressed in beautiful and colorful traditional Indonesian attire. Glittering songket fabrics, intricately patterned batik, and elegant kebaya outfits adorned the scene. The attendees clapped enthusiastically, adding to the festive atmosphere. Like formal events on Earth, this one unfolded in an orderly yet spirited manner.
Performance after performance filled the stage, each with its unique charm. There were graceful regional dances accompanied by traditional music, melodious songs that resonated through the hall, and even a brief academic session sharing insights. All of this created a rich and inspiring atmosphere, leaving the guests entertained and enlightened.
Lein, seated in the center of the room, appeared to savor every moment of the event. As someone very busy on Earth, his time was almost always consumed by work, making relaxing moments rare.
He observed the dancers' movements, listened attentively to the songs, and even occasionally smiled faintly. During the opening event, Lein allowed himself to fully immerse in the warm and festive ambiance.
After about thirty minutes, the moderator returned to the stage, taking control of the event. With a clear and energetic voice, he spoke, "Alright, esteemed guests. We will now move on to the main event of the evening—the inauguration of two new core members of our alliance. But before that, let us hear a welcoming speech from the Guardian himself, Mr. Lein."
The moderator's closing remarks were met with enthusiastic applause. The room buzzed with warm excitement, showcasing the attendees' eagerness. All eyes were on Lein, who slowly rose from his seat. They eagerly awaited the speech from the young man they admired.
Lein stood calmly, adjusting a small crease on his robe before stepping toward the podium in the center of the stage. In his heart, there was a hint of nervousness. This was his first time delivering a speech in front of such a large audience.
Yet, no one could detect that feeling. In their eyes, Lein was the perfect leader—with a flawless charismatic aura, confident strides, and eyes that radiated authority. Every movement of his seemed graceful, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
Upon reaching the podium, Lein stood tall, as though his very presence exuded an aura of calm and authority. His gaze gently swept over the audience before he began his speech.
"Everyone, I thank you for being here," Lein said in a calm yet firm tone. After a brief pause, he continued, "I am truly delighted to see all of you remain loyal and part of the Divine Sky Realm."
Lein's words reminded everyone of the historic moment when the cosmos united. At that time, each individual had the significant opportunity to choose a new realm through the core crystal. The process was simple—one only needed to accept the realm's offer, and they would be instantly transported.
Lein, though a Guardian, never sought to interfere with their choices. He understood that this decision was a natural way to filter those who truly felt a sense of belonging to the Divine Sky Realm.
"I deeply hope that peace will continue to fill the Divine Sky Realm. You all are the future of this realm; keep growing..." Lein's voice was filled with sincerity as he expressed his hopes to everyone present—young and old, men and women alike.
As a Guardian, Lein's primary duty was not to guide them through every small step of life. He would not dictate how they walked, lived, or survived. His task was to ensure this realm remained peaceful, free from external threats that could destabilize it.
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